Twenty-three: Nathan

This day has been going well. Why should something or someone come out of the blue the way Chelsea has just done?

I’m trying to build a good relationship with Linnea, hoping that I can later ask her out. Knowing Chelsea, she may mess up everything I have been trying to do in a matter of seconds. It took me months to get rid of her annoying ass. She may say anything in front of the girl I’m dying to win and destroy the blooming relationship I’m attempting to have with Linnea.

“It’s been a while, Nathan. Where have you been?” She technically tackles me into a huge and my nostrils flare. I awkwardly wrap my arms around her for a couple of seconds, then I drop them. I internally cringe the moment she kisses my cheek and I dare to glance at Linnea, who happens to be watching in complete silence. In a moment like this, I wish I could read her thoughts. Part of me wishes that she’d be jealous, because if she’s jealous, this means she cares.

“We should totally get ba